"Limited to ones' Imagination" - DC Fanfic

The dim light of the apartment cast long shadows across the walls. The air was still, too still, as Alex sat across from his unexpected guest—someone he never thought he'd run into.

James Gordon Jr.

A name that sent chills down the spine of anyone who knew him.

The son of James Gordon, Commissioner of the Gotham City Police Department—but unlike his father, James Jr. was anything but noble. He was a psychopath, a manipulative, remorseless killer who had somehow managed to slip through the cracks of the justice system.

And now, he was sitting in Alex's apartment, a casual smirk on his face as he set down two cups of tea.

"Thought we could have a chat," James said smoothly, pushing one of the cups toward Alex.

Alex didn't touch it.

Instead, he kept his gaze locked onto the man in front of him, analyzing him. Every twitch, every microexpression, every movement.

James Jr. was dangerous—not because he was powerful, but because he was unpredictable.

And in Alex's experience, those were the worst kinds of people.

Then, James slid something across the table.

A card.

Alex glanced down, his eyes narrowing.

The DEO.

Great. Just great.

So that's where he ended up.

The Department of Extranormal Operations—a U.S. government agency that investigated and processed metahuman activities and individuals.

More importantly?

It was tasked with finding ways to neutralize and counteract metahuman 'threats.'

And according to the card?

James Gordon Jr. was the head of strategic planning for dealing with those threats.

Alex exhaled slowly, keeping his expression neutral.

"…You work for the DEO?" he asked, voice calm.

James smiled. "I prefer to say they work for me."

Of course he did.

Alex leaned back, arms crossed. "So? What do you want?"

James steepled his fingers, tilting his head slightly.

"A smart man like you already knows," he said. "I want you."

Alex's brow twitched. "Not interested."

James chuckled. "You don't even know what I'm offering."

"I don't care," Alex replied flatly.

But James wasn't deterred.

He leaned forward slightly. "You're not just some meta, Alex. You're special. We've been watching you for a while now."

Of course they had.

James continued, "You have skills, intelligence, power. Power that could be put to good use—power that could help humanity."

Alex scoffed. "Oh, is that what this is? A recruitment pitch?"

James grinned. "Think of it as an opportunity."

"Pass."

James's grin faltered, just slightly.

Alex could see it—the moment his patience thinned.

"…You sure?" James asked, voice softer now. "Because I'd hate for anything unfortunate to happen."

There it was.

The real reason James was here.

Alex's entire body tensed as James leaned in even closer, lowering his voice to a whisper.

"You wouldn't want Margaret or little James getting caught in the crossfire, would you?"

Silence.

For a moment, nothing moved.

Then, Alex stood up.

James's smirk widened as he stood as well.

But when their eyes met—something changed.

Alex's gaze darkened. His pupils dilated, and something… else surfaced.

A shift in the air. A presence that wasn't there before.

Then, without warning—

Alex's entire form changed.

His body expanded. His muscles contorted. His clothes blackened, becoming mainly leather, and his veins pulsed with an unnatural glow.

James barely had time to react before Alex tackled him, sending them both crashing into the wall.

James grunted as Alex grabbed his throat, lifting him off the ground with ease.

For the first time—James Jr. wasn't smiling.

Alex's voice was low, rumbling, filled with barely restrained fury.

"Oh, I wish I could kill you, James."

James struggled, clawing at Alex's grip, but it was like trying to move a mountain.

Alex tightened his hold.

"You deserve it," he growled. "So much. After everything you've done…"

James's eyes darted around, searching for an escape.

Then, Alex grinned.

"But no."

And suddenly, James froze.

"I'm going to do something much worse."

A beat of silence.

Alex's voice dropped to a whisper.

"Remember this, James."

James's breathing hitched.

"I'm not Batman," Alex said, his grip tightening. "I'm not the Joker."

And then, with a voice dripping in dark amusement—

"But I could swing to either of them so quickly."

The room seemed colder now.

Then—

"NEUTRALIZE HIM!" James screamed.

The door burst open as black-suited agents flooded in.

Alex barely even looked at them.

And then—

His head erupted into flames.

James let out a guttural shriek as the Ghost Rider stared into his soul.

Alex's voice was no longer his own.

"I'm going to make you witness and feel every atrocity you've ever committed."

James gasped, his pupils dilating as the Penance Stare took hold.

Flashes of his crimes burned into his vision.

Every.

Single.

One.

His victims. Their pain. Their terror. The screams, the blood, the hopelessness—

And worst of all?

He felt it.

All of it.

Every ounce of suffering he had ever inflicted—multiplied tenfold.

James Gordon Jr. screamed.

The DEO agents opened fire, but the bullets melted before they even touched Alex.

He ignored them.

Instead, he picked up a device from his pocket.

A League communicator.

A direct line to Superman.

Alex held it up to his mouth, his voice dark, gravelly, inhuman.

"Hey, Supes."

A pause.

Then—

"Alex here. Call Batman. I'm sure he'd love to see who I just found."

And as James convulsed in his grasp, his mind shattered from the torment of his own sins…

Alex grinned.

Because this?

This was only the beginning of a long punishment.